Plymouth writers can read their work alongside top US poet

A LEADING American poet will read her work in Plymouth – at an event featuring an open mic section.

Carrie Etter, who lectures in creative writing at Bath Spa University, is the headline guest at The Language Club, which meets at Plymouth Arts Centre, in Looe Street, on Saturday, March 22.

The club features an open mic session, which allows Plymouth writers and poets the opportunity to read short works before the main guest takes to the floor.

Ms Etter, who was born in the Illinois town of Normal, is now based in the UK.

She is the author of poetry collections including Divining for Starters, The Tethers, The Son and Imagined Sons.

She has also written essays on Yeats and colonialism.

Language Club spokesman Steve Spence, himself a published poet, said: “She has produced a number of poetry collections which span the gaps between what we might still tentatively call the mainstream and a more experimental, expansive form of poetic exploration.”

He described Imagined Sons as “a book which imaginatively explores the heartbreaking experience of giving up a child” and said: “She has also edited an impressive anthology of poetry by female writers – Infinite Difference – which catalogues a wide variety of work by writers whose poetry has been largely confined to magazine publication so far, but also includes those such as Denise Riley, Caroline Bergval, Wendy Mulford and Claire Crowther, for example, whose work has been more widely praised and published.

“Carrie Etter is a seasoned performer of her poetry and this will be a rare chance to see and hear her read in Plymouth.”

The club convenes at 7.30pm and further details can be found on its Facebook page and in the Plymouth Arts Centre brochure and online programme.

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